"I think that settles it."
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Little, but you yourself probably have a five-dollar bill in your pocket. It proves nothing."
"You are very plausible, but I am not easily fooled. I have just one thing to say. Give up that five-dollar bill, and we will overlook the theft."
"And if not?"
"Then you must leave my house and consider yourself discharged from my store."
Scott was pale but composed.
"You are treating me with great injustice," he said. "My innocence will some day appear. In the meantime I shall leave your house at once, sir."
"That is for you to decide," said Mr. Little, coldly, as he rose from the table.
Scott walked up slowly to his little chamber. His heart was heavy within him.
He was innocent, yet adjudged guilty. His home and situation were taken from him, and he was turned out into the street.